Paint

December 15, 2008
By Anonymous

Leaning in upon lush acryllic flooring, ice flowing into porus weaving of cotton woven cloth. The stirring begins.

Locks of deep brown sway, and shallow screams escape the voice of many in one.

The blue uncovers itself, moving towards the hysterical bundle below, as her pupils expand, catching sight of blue desending above her.

Seeping over, covering limb after limb, nails embraced deeply into palms, straining.

No white remains as royal shades of aqua invade her.

They would see, all of them, when nothing would remain but the soft tissue of a latex cacoon.

The author's comments:
Wheter insanity is drug induced or brought on one, the feeling of hopelessness remains.

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